"Sir, I have no objection to teaching the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade a lesson, but the brothers are tired and hungry now, so it is better to let them rest for a while, and I will ask someone to get them something to eat." ”

Zhang Liechen saw that Yang was going to attack resolutely, so he no longer persuaded him, but only suggested that Yang Ling set off slowly.

Although the brothers had just been withdrawn from the battlefield, they were cold and tired, but when they saw the houses burned to the ground, the relatives who had been killed, they swallowed this breath in their hearts.

Anger swelled in the brethren's chests, and they longed to fly to Xinzhuang now to seek revenge on those miscellaneous men, and all fatigue and hunger were left behind.

Yang Ling was also angry for a while, so he was overwhelmed by anger, and wanted to immediately lead the brothers to attack Xinzhuang, but the reminder of the deputy detachment leader Zhang Liechen made him gradually calm down.

Although it is said that the attack on Xinzhuang can catch the anti-Japanese national salvation brigade by surprise, but with the current state of the brothers, I am afraid that the loss will not be small.

He looked around at the assembled brothers, and saw that they were dressed in dirty, tattered and wet gray military uniforms, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of self-reproach.

These brethren have no regrets and follow their heads and shed their blood, and they have been staring at the enemy, but they have not cared about the state of the brethren, and have not considered whether they can persevere.

"Report to the regimental seat, the first guerrilla battalion has been assembled!" The commander of the first battalion, Wang Huzi, quickly trotted over.

Yang Ling instructed: "Let the brothers rest in place and wait for orders."

"Huh?" Wang Huzi rushed over to report, but he didn't expect to get such an order, and he was stunned immediately.

Wang Huzi said in great puzzlement: "Tuanzao, aren't we going to fight the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, the brothers all want to take revenge."

Yang Ling shook his head and said: "You go and tell the brothers, we must be good for this revenge, first rest and eat, eat and drink enough, and then we will go to seek justice for the villagers who died!"

"Yes!"

When Wang Huzi heard Yang Ling's words, he immediately cheered up again, daring to let them replenish their physical strength, and a warm current surged through his heart.

The brothers have not slept a single night in the past two days, although the battlefield is cruel, and it is normal for them to go without sleep for several days and nights when they used to fight with the little devils, but after all, the guerrilla brothers have not experienced such high-intensity battles, and now they are a little unbearable.

Although the brothers were eager to go to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade immediately to take revenge, in the face of Yang Ling's order, they could only rest patiently for a while and wait for dinner.

Qian Fuming, the new village head of Zhangjiaji, escaped by hiding in the cellar when the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade attacked, but his home was burned down by a fire, and many members of his family were killed.

At this moment, he has a deep blood grudge against the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, and when he heard that Yang Ling was going to fight the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade entrenched in Xinzhuang, he was the first to raise his hands in favor.

Now that the brothers had not eaten, he hurriedly asked the people in the village to cook for the brothers, and the people were grateful to the guerrilla officers and soldiers for supporting them, and they took out rice and noodles to cook on the fire.

In just half an hour, the hungry brothers were able to eat a hot meal and devour a meal, so that the brothers finally regained some strength.

"The reconnaissance platoon will go first and find out the enemy's firepower configuration in Xinzhuang."

After receiving the order, the reconnaissance platoon hurriedly finished eating, took all the ammunition and set off, and disappeared into the night.

The No. 1 Guerrilla Battalion originally had 600 brothers, but more than 100 people were killed and more than 100 were injured in the battle with the little devils, and now all 400 brothers are in Zhangjiaji.

Although many people's homes were burned to the ground, they still took out the little rations they had rescued and gave them to the brothers, which deeply touched Yang Ling.

"Go back and bring out some oceans and grain, help all the villagers whose houses have burned down to tide over the difficulties, and resettle them."

Yang Ling naturally would not ignore these villagers and let Zhang Liechen be fully responsible for the placement, and Zhang Liechen also agreed.

After eating, the brothers rested for a while, and it was almost midnight, and then, under the leadership of Yang Ling, they disappeared into the night and went straight to Xinzhuang.

The brothers of the guerrillas did not light torches in order to avoid alarming the enemy, and there was a sense of grief and indignation in the procession.

In silence with their guns on their backs, the brethren crossed the woods and reeds, waded through a few streams, crossed the river, and in a short time reached the outskirts of Xinzhuang.

"Everyone rests in place, no one is allowed to speak without an order, and no one is allowed to move without permission."

Yang Ling asked the brothers of the first battalion to hide in an undulating barren grass, waiting for news from the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon.

Xinzhuang, where the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is entrenched, is also a small village, but the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade are used to being rampant and domineering, and often oppress the people of Xinzhuang.

Under the oppression of the officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, in a short period of time, the people of Xinzhuang could not bear it anymore and ran away, and now only the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade are stationed here.

At the beginning, they were worried about reprisals after beating the devils, but they built a lot of fortifications and bunkers and pulled barbed wire, making Xinzhuang like an iron wall.

This time, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade thought that it would be able to eliminate the Third Guerrilla Detachment by attacking the devils from both sides, and it would become a powerful armed force in the nearby area.

It's a pity that the anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was unlucky, and as soon as they attacked Xinzhuang, they learned that the devil had retreated, so they retreated back in disgrace.

"Fuck, why are the little devils so unbeaten, nearly a thousand people are beaten by the guerrillas in less than a day, isn't this a pit for us?"

Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, was in a particularly bad mood, thinking that he could finish the guerrillas, but now instead of killing the guerrillas, he has made a feud with the guerrillas, and I am afraid that the days after this will not be easy.

"Big brother doesn't need to worry too much, although the devil was repelled by the guerrillas, but I expect that the guerrillas' losses will not be small, the strength of the little devils we have learned, and the guerrillas who have suffered heavy losses are afraid that they are powerless to deal with us now."

Hu Biao, the deputy captain, was sitting on the big horse golden knife, and there was no worry on his face.

"Besides, now we have little devils behind us, no, with the support of the imperial army, are we still afraid of the guerrillas?" Now Hu Biao has nothing to fear and does not take the guerrillas seriously.

When Captain Han Feihu heard this, he was also a little calm, and no longer paced back and forth, but returned to the chair and sat down.

"But the guerrillas surnamed Yang are very tight, we attacked Zhangjiaji this time, I'm afraid he won't give up, let the brothers not go out in recent days, wake up a little, be careful that they come to retaliate." Han Feihu said uneasily.

Hu Biao was quite confident in Xinzhuang's defense, and this time he got a lot of weapons and ammunition from the devils, and his strength was greatly enhanced, so he really didn't pay attention to the guerrillas now.

He said with a big grin: "Big brother, don't worry, our Xinzhuang is solid, even if the guerrillas want to come over to retaliate against us, I'm afraid they won't be able to eat us, and they will have to break their teeth!"

Han Feihu nodded and added: "Ming'er will send a few people over there to find out the news and see how the guerrillas' losses are this time, and then we will make plans."

Han Feihu now thinks and understands that if the guerrillas suffer heavy losses, they don't mind taking advantage of the fire to rob and destroy the guerrillas, and they should be a welcome gift for the devils.

If the strength of the guerrillas still exists, then Xinzhuang will not be able to stay, and he will have to go to Qinghe Town to stay with the devils to be safe.

What Han Feihu didn't expect was that Yang Ling had always been a resolute person, and the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade took advantage of the fire to rob and attack Zhangjiaji, whether it was to avenge the villagers who died, or to eliminate the black sheep in the anti-Japanese team, Yang Ling would not let them go.

And Yang Ling doesn't talk about any gentleman's revenge for ten years is not too late, if there is revenge, he will take revenge, so he has already led the team to the periphery of Xinzhuang, but Han Feihu does not know that the time of death has come.